University of Massachusetts Amherst - Index Yearbook (Amherst, MA)

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24 THE 1907 INDEX Volume XXXVII Graduate Students Back, Ernest Adna Florence, g6 Pleasant Street B.S., Massachusetts Agricultviral College, 1904. Franklin, Henry James Bernardston, g6 Pleasant Street B.S., Massachtisetts Agricultural College, 1903. Lancaster, Walter B. Boston Tower, Winthrop Vose Roxbury, 3 Mt. Pleasant B.S., Massachusetts Agricultural College, 1903. Special Student Foster, Elsie Addie Worcester, 9 Fearing Street

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26 THE 1907 INDEX Volume XXXVII Class History, 1906 ,NE short spurt and the race is ours. Yes, dear readers, for three long years we have run a hard race aud now the goal line is already in sight. We, the class of 1906, have passed through all the trials, temptations, defeats, sorrows, victories, and exultations of joy. Many of you know our history for the first three years of college life, and you cannot but admit that we have conducted ourselves in a praise- worthy manner. And now while our history is being written for the last time, we must pause in passing and consider briefly what we really did. The early days of our Freshman year were made memorable by the work of our invincible football team. In our Sophomore year we entertained the Freshmen, and once again established a record of which we are proud. And then came our Junior year and perhaps of all the years of those which have passed and which are to come, this one was the happiest. Yet it was not all pleasure, for there was a large Freshman class to train in the way they should go, The Index, and the facts, ideas and principles which were fired at us in volleys by Doc. The banquet which was tendered to us by the class of 190S must not be forgotten and to them must be given a share of our good will. What about that trip to the Springfield brewery and the pulp and paper mills at Holyoke and Mount T om? Surely it is worthy of mentioning as a remarkable incident in our career. And so we passed our Junior year. Summer and vacation drifted us far apart. With Kennedy in the wilds of Maine throwing the spit-ball to please the natives and Tannatt exploring the Connecticut River by moonlight in a canoe, and others of us in the west, south and east, it looked as though these might be a scattering of such a magnitude that would scarce come together again. Now the fall has come upon us and we are nearly all back in our places. As we look upon the beautiful hills shrouded in their blue veil and as we see the glorious autumn foliage which decorates the landscape on all sides, a feeling of sadness must come over us to think that perhaps it is the last time that such a sight will be before us.